Green Posole

Don’t: Touch my stomach. I know I have rock hard abs. (ha) But seriously…don’t touch them. Especially not on the same day that we met. Just…self control. Really.

Do: Have goals and dreams and ambitions.

Don’t: Tell me that those goals and dreams and ambitions are to do as little work as possible. And live with your parents. Indefinitely.

Do: Think it’s awesome that I write a food blog and am passionate about something that isn’t what color I’m going to paint my nails this week.

Don’t: Comment on the fact that my nails aren’t painted.

Don’t: Scour the internet for my blog, read it, and then not even mention how fabulous you think it is. I have analytics software for a reason…namely so that I can stalk people who stalk me. For real.

Do: Try to impress me. Just a little bit. (I’ll promise to reciprocate.)

Don’t: Think you’re going to dazzle me by trying to invite yourself over to my apartment for our second date (SECOND!! SERIOUSLY?!?!?), suggesting that I cook for you, and offering to – in return – bring over netflix. No one enters my living space without at least five dates and paying for dinner at least once. Fail. On both accounts.

Don’t: Be surprised when I don’t pick up your calls or respond to your text messages. Or swear off men for eternity. Or end up single and alone. Surrounded by puppies and cookbooks. These things happen. I’ve accepted it.

So. Um. Yeah.

I said the date was okay. (I think sometimes…I just am too willing to overlook too many wrong things. Or I just want something to work. Someday. With someone. Enough that I convince myself that a second date is worth going out on. Just to see.) And then I thought. And then I thought some more. And then that last part happened.

And then I decided I needed to drown my disgust in tequila posole. There are worse things. But not many that are tastier.

Put the beans in a pan and cover with water, salted, by 2 inches. Bring to a boil and then cover and simmer for 30-60 minutes, until tender. Set aside.

Roast the poblano chiles. Lay them out in a broiling tray in a single layer and place under a heated broiler about 5 inches from the heat source. Roast, turning the chiles often, until all sides are lightly charred. This should take 5 to 6 minutes. Remove the tray from the heat and cover it with a towel for 10 to 15 minutes. Now peel, seed, and finely chop the chiles.

Put the oil and the garlic in a good-sized pan. Set over medium-high heat. When the garlic begins to sizzle and turn golden, put in the tomatillos, scallions, jalapeno and leeks. Stir and saute for about 5 minutes. Add the cumin and stir once. Add the chopped poblano chiles and stir for a minute. Now put in the drained hominy, beans, cilantro, veggie broth, and cilantro. Bring to a simmer. Cover and heat for 20 minutes or until broth has evaporated. Serve in bowls topped with cilantro, scallions, avocado, or lime wedges.

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Interesting dating tips and lessons, I will make note. I’ve heard that for drowning disgust/sorrows and for celebrating tequilas work better than posole. But I’ve never tried posole, maybe it works miracles. Have a great week ahead.

I adore hominy. I know it’s usually used in soups, but I’d love it in a salad. Will definitely try this, Joanne. (I bought the dried, soaked and cooked it and then fried it lightly and placed it under some salmon.)

Oh jeeze. I laugh and cry through your dating experiences. And cringe. Mostly cringe. And I remember. I definitely went through the same thing. It sucked. But if it’s any consolation, I didn’t meet Paul until I was 34. Have hope. And if not, there are days I wish I only had a cookbook and a puppy to deal with. Life was simpler then.

Guys in New York just don’t know how to date. I think most of them believe either (a) there are so few straight/bisexual men in the city that all women seeking a male partner should be desperate enough to just go along with whatever they want or (b) “New York has an abundance of very attractive models, dancers and actresses, so I’m saving myself for one of them.” There are still some good ones out there though.

At least posole is a healthier way of drowning your sorrows than say, a pint of ice cream?

Bad dates are lame. Why don’t guys know how to behave? There’s so much green stuff in your posole! I think I can get all those ingredients at my local hispanic grocery store and I’ve been itching to try tomatillos.

boo–but it’s always good to find out what you DON’T want in a guy either, right? and bad dates always make for good stories (i can tell this post is FULL of good stories!)

ps. your pineapple ginger granola bars are in my oven right now and i am eagerly counting down the minutes til i get to try one!pps. i still owe you an email with my NYC questions. expect it this week!

You know, I cant think of any other way to feel better. Bad dates suck. I am mulling over whether to take the sour cherries i bought this summer out of the freezer and testing a recipe for THANKSGIVING. thinking…save me some posole

Avoid kissing the frogs in between:D I say for a second date any prospecty needs to offer to make a meal and impress you with his culinary skills, then join you in a 10-K run or even an Iron Man competition:D, all the while opening doors and being a gentleman extraordianire:D

Awwww, I’m sorry the date didn’t work out. Plus, having someone else suggest that you cook for them is definitely not at all the same as offering to cook…in fact, it takes all the joy out of it. There are plenty of fish in the sea…and yours is definitely out there. On another note, I always wondered what Posole and Hominy were and now I do. This looks really good!

Well, you had me at Posole, but the do & don’t list was quite enlightening. Glad I have the hubs right here where I want him and vice versa. There’s a lot to be said for being old married types. We’d both love this. Putting it on my list. Probably moving it to the top. YUM.

Ok, now I’m wondering if this guy has read this post and gotten the message! Too bad he didn’t know what a fool he was when he suggested you cook for him so soon… save your time and energy on good food for someone who truly deserves it! Looks delicious, and he didn’t get any!

Definitely time to move along after that one! Maybe he read this post and has learned a lesson on “what not to do when you have the opportunity to date someone fabulous”. One can hope! Now about that posole….one of my most favorite dishes ever. Yours is so gorgeous that I don’t even miss the huge hunks of pork that was in the version that I knew and loved from my days in New Mexico. I’m so trying this one. Thanks, Joanne! Pinning it.

You are amazing and the guy who is out there looking for you is also amazing. Don’t settle. Don’t ever date that idiot again, which I think we have already established in your post. I’m glad you have clear goals and boundaries. That will help you find the right one. The posole looks yum. Sorry you had to kiss another toad (so to speak).

waaaaiiiiit a minute, he wanted you to cook for him for date 2?? at your place? his invitation, not yours? pass, thank.you.very.much. this sounds like the perfect fuel to keep searching hopefully there’ll be a hidden gem somewhere soon!

Dating is fantastic . . . when the right guy comes along. The value of this date was to verify what you don’t want in a man. Good news: the right guy is still out there and searching for a fantastic woman who can make posole and write like there’s no tomorrow.

Dating just plain sucks. I’m so sorry. It’s really a good thing to be able to weed out the “No”s quickly though. You don’t waste a lot of time on someone who doesn’t deserve it. That way, when Mr. Awesome comes along, you’ll be available and waiting. With some delicious green posole. That he can have when he deserves it.

Oh man. What a dork. I mean, painful. This is going to sound totally selfish, but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded of what a good guy my husband is. He doesn’t always swoon over my food (hard to imagine, I know) but he is a good dude. You will find yours!

Joann you are the perfect mix of sweet and sassy, smart and sensitive, alive and wondering, and knowing what you want! Someday he’ll walk into your life and you’ll know him! And you write an amazing blog and cook incredible food! Thanks for sharing it with all of us!